When hope was a lost cause, extinct in the wild,
Where man had done all that he could to wipe out, the Wolf he reviled,
A ‘lonely wind’ blew in, from the line of McBride, and slowly but surely she took on the role of turning the tide,

Tanamara built the family who have thrived
Mother miracle maker
mi madre lobo, en mi corazón

Her lifelong companion, the great Picaron,
His baritone howl that declared that she was the moon, stars and sun
The species survival, would always depend,
On this pack and descendants response to a hope that the lineage extends

The sad day arrived in 2009,
When Picaron howled in his grief for so long, that his voice was benign,
Great mother of Anna, 3 litters of love,
She’ll be watching over her pack from her den in the sky up above.